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Lee in Enter the Dragon
and Game of death and still does stunt doubles for Jackie Chan on the weekends

She suckerpunched Einstein, outsmarted Ali
Lee in Enter the Dragon
And Game of death and still does stunt doubles for Jackie Chan on the weekends

She sucker-punched Einstein, outsmarted Ali
#RamoneDekkers
Légendaire jusqu'à l'Alzheimer, Ali Bomayé
Je cours tous les jours tel un kenyan, jusqu'à en devenir médaillé
C'est pas moi qui rappe, c'est mon
#RamoneDekkers
Légendaire jusqu'à l'Alzheimer, Ali Bomayé
Je cours tous les jours tel un kenyan, jusqu'à en devenir médaillé
C'est pas moi qui rappe, c'est mon
Ali
I'm cool Moe Dee

What are you senile, have you lost your mind?
I'm the greatest rapper of all time
If they had a rapper's hall of fame, bein that
"Come on Ali, it ain't nothin to dance"
By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin your ass
And by the end of the night I might be fuckin you fast
Then my
the morning sky
As the minutes just creep on by
I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe
Ritual shakes and in good vibes
Like always the Quest begins
In
world but never been to Florida

They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..
playin' games
That's the advice I suggest

Chorus 2X:
I walk like I'm at war
Talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war
You speek like it ain't war
the booth, then I change like Clark Kent
Come out a super man and be ready to represent
Took the game by storm, talking cold or warm
Now I'm hotter than a fire
ki's
Young Dude doin 90 and sported by police
We bread paint leather ravioli

(Ali)
Banana Republic the public gon love it
Still it downloadin and dubbin
entertain (Ho!)
Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing (Hey!)

[Ali]
To get the spot leaning That's what we trying for
We all we got, that's
watch dirty entertain (HO!)
Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing (HEY!)

[Ali]
To get the spot leaning That's what we trying for
We all
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
Ah, what's up man? (What up Ali?)
Ah, you still standing on this motherfuckin corner?
Shit ain't you 30 years old, motherfucker?

Ah, so when I
came in wit which would never happen
You respectin my game I'm doin this shit rapid
Now we handclappin stackin papers for Ali

Just 'cause I'm doin
game we got to attack it right
Each one of us is headed for the grave
This old crooked world won't be saved by the passive type
This is a letter to my
(featuring 50/50 Twin)

[hook]
Play Dirty
Like I slipped in mud before the game
And The Coach wouldn't even let a playa go change
Play Dirty
I talk
(Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever)

I'm chokin' players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin' to the 'Sayers
niggas would appreciate what I did to this game
Bein' that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same hood you come from
We share
a strong seed
Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
Twist
a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping in tears she pulls over by the playground
Clearing her vision,
fish
Known Alamo for 25 years
So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef
Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth
No label could ever